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[I][M] Men's Night

Deacon stood at the front of the club examining it, he had walked past this place plenty of times, even ventured inside more than once but he never stayed long, this was one of Giacinto's joints, he didn't like messing around with them too much.

However she had told him about tonight when she caught onto his preference, men's only night, it sounded like a hell of a lot of fun.

His fingers smoothed over the shaved part of his head as he pushed his hood back.

He smirked softly to himself as he made his way inside, greeted with the sight of muscular bodies covered in tiny scraps of material.

Walking through the tables he managed to find an empty one and made himself comfortable, ordering himself a scotch and relaxing back, his hand idly scratching as his forearm as it so often did.

Usually he avoided it like the plague. But he'd taken quite a few nights off to spend with Raisa recently. He couldn't afford to take another night off.

He had to live off what he earned here.

So he had to suck it up and deal with stripping to his birthday suit for a load of horny men.

He just hoped he got some really good pay tonight.

The Necromancer almost flinched when a new song began playing. He dreaded that song on these nights.

The Hot Seat Song.

Trying to hold in his disgusted groan, the man slid off the stage and padded to the closest feminine-looking guy in the immediate area. His eyes settled on Doc. Long hair. That was feminine enough. He just wanted to get this over with.

He pulled the Warlock's chair out and straddled the man, holding the back of the chair as he began dancing for him.

Liq fought against the tightness that was starting to form in his jaw.

Great. Just fucking perfect.

Not only was he being forced to do this on Men's Night, he'd picked the worst fucking choice possible. Druggie-galore.

Couldn't this night end already? He'd only been here for an hour and he was already picturing crawling into his bed behind Raisa and having his way with her to try and purge his mind of this terrible memory.

He'd get fuck all from this guy.

"Hi there," he purred softly, praising himself on his tone. He actually sounded like he wanted to be here. "I'm Basat." His rubbed his crotch against the Warlock's stomach, gazing down at him with a cocky little smirk.

He caught a disgusted grunt in the back of his throat before he could let it loose.

Great. Disgusting pick-up lines, too.

Broke creepy druggie trying to get him to play ball. Just what he needed tonight.

"I can be everything you need and more for a price, Doc," he purred softly, almost gagging on the words.

He'd be wringing this man for every last cent he had on him. He knew he wouldn't be getting much from him but that wouldn't stop him for at least trying to get some.

Even if his efforts were causing his stomach to churn.

Oh well, it wasn't like this kid could afford to take him to the back rooms. A little flirting during this song would get him a few notes, he hoped. That was all he needed to feel slightly better about this.

Everyone had a price, he knew that well enough, lucky enough his payment from Giacinto for the previous months shipment had come in, a rather large sum, mixing that with his earning from shipping drugs, medicines and potions and Doc really was rather well off.

A smirk curled up at his lips, he liked this one, no doubt he enjoyed playing rough, a large man like that didn't take shit from anyone, he wondered what it would be like to get him alone.

Doc's hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, he flicked through his money before shoving a single note between the man's crotch and his thong.

Peeking out from behind the fabric was a bright purple note."Is that enough?"He purred, his head tilting as he looked up at the man lustfully as he placed his wallet back into his pocket.

"You were so smitten back then," one guy snorted as Liq made his way back stage. "What happened to that bitch you were whoring yourself out to? Don't think she'll be pleased knowing you were rubbing against a guy like a cat in heat."

Liq snorted loudly, elbowing his friend with a wide grin.

"That guy's loaded, Cal. Seriously."

He pulled the note from his thong and waved it in front of everyone that had gathered around them. "Just for the Hot Seat. I scored big tonight."

"No way!""Five hundred?""Lucky bastard!""Who was it? I think next time the song plays, I'm on his lap for sure.""Yeah right.""Get in line.""Tell who it is, Liq."

The necromancer just laughed and shoved people away as they tried to get a good look at his spoils.

His eyes flickered up as he was called over to a man wearing a suit. He groaned softly. That was always bad news. He was the guy that managed the back rooms.

"Three, Basat. Get your pretty little ass over there. Try not too make too much of a mess in that room."

"Aww man," he groaned softly, running a hand through his short, curly hair. He hated going into the back rooms with guys. They were always perverts and always got the wrong end of the stick.

The man dragged his feet as he made his way to back room three, his braid flicking out behind him.

Doc couldn't help himself, Basat was quite a looker and having him rub up against him like that got the man hot and bothered, the song had ended far too quickly and since the man seemed so affectionate he was sure he wouldn't mind a few hundred more to spend the hour with him.

The backroom was warm and he was forced to pull his jacket off or sweat to death, beneath it though he had a simple long sleeves t-shirt, it was a size to big for Doc's body but that was for a reason, the sleeves fell down past his wrists, so only the tips of his fingers were visible.

Deacon helped himself to the bad while he waited, pouring himself another scotch since he had lost most of his first one.

He brought it to his lip, purring as it slid down his throat, polishing off the glass in one swig.

Lap dance first it was, the Necromancer thought as he was guided to perch in the Warlock's lap again.

The soft leather was more forgiving under his knees than the chairs out on the floor. As much as he disliked being in here with men, he had to admit that it was more comfortable than being out there with men.

Out of the sight of everyone else, Liq's body pressed closer to Doc's. He ground against him more, became even more sexual in his movements.

The dirtier you got, the more you got paid. It was always the way the back rooms were.

Deacon's body moved against him, grinding with his movement, pressing up against him as his hand slowly stroked the man's hips.

He liked it back here, privacy was more his style and the increased sexuality that Basat was showing was a welcome reward for forking out the money to come back here.

Doc let out a soft, breathy moan as his head tilted back against the couch, having a man like this in his lap was far more enjoyable, he wondered just how far the man would go, whether or not he could be talked into having sex despite the rules.

The second shiver in the space of ten minutes surged down the man's spine.

This was disgusting.

He really hated doing this for men. Really, really hated it.

He knew that he'd have to strip for a lot of women before he felt 'clean' again. Raisa would enjoy being his first turn of call. She'd get a great show and even better sex when he crawled into bed tonight.

Liq's hands stroked over Doc's shoulders and chest slowly as he thrust and ground against him.